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My First Love

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I was but four years old, the very first time I had fallen in love if one could call it that. This girl had the biggest impact on my life, more than probably anyone else with whom I crossed paths, aside from Jesus Christ.

Only those very close to me know this fact and many others assume, that my first love was a girl two years my junior whom I met in September of 1994 and lived up the street from me. I was with her from ages seven to nine.

The reality is, I met my first love some time early in 1991.

It was while attending a church nursery and/or preschool in the railroad town of Schriever, Louisiana.

This was a very rough time in my life, but this girl was so sweet to me, that I couldn’t help but fall for her, even though I was so young.

The reason why my life was rough at this time is that my brother and sister were infants and my parents didn’t have much time for me. I guess I took this hard because before this I was an only child. The other reason is that someone tied to my family was frequently beating the living daylights out of me. I have since forgiven him for beating me and am only bringing it up in this piece because it contributed to this traumatic part of my childhood. I was also special needs but no one at the time realized it.

I was sent to this church every Monday and Tuesday so I could interact with children around my age. To tell the truth, I hated going there, even though it was the only place I saw her.

She and I were always the first two children to arrive in the morning, so that is how we grew “close.”

There was also something about her, even though she was maybe only a little older than me, that she could tell when I was in distress and always had a way of comforting me.

There was even a time I happened to see the man who was beating me while being driven to that preschool and had my first of many panic attacks as a result.

When I arrived, Kristen saw that I was upset and somehow, she managed to calm me down.

There were numerous other times as well when she comforted me, though the only phrase I ever remember her saying is “Don’t worry.”

I ended up falling for her because of her kind heart, but also I thought she was beautiful.

She had porcelain skin, brown eyes, and light brown hair.

She frequently wore either blue and pink dresses. I don’t think I ever remember seeing her wear pants or shorts, which makes me wonder if she was raised in the United Pentecostal Church International or a fragmented church with similar doctrine. This church, by the way, was not UPCI or a non-denominational/fragmented church. Some of those churches strictly enforce dress codes, especially for women and girls, and also frequently teach their members to be reclusive from society and could be the reason why I have not seen her again.

Then in July of 1991, I would be taken out of the church preschool. Unfortunately, I would attend a far worse place for the next nearly ten years.

I remember the day I left very well. She crawled up to hug me goodbye, but I turned her down for fear of being teased.

That probably hurt her feelings immensely and I still regret it almost 30 years later at the time of writing this.

This was one of the worst mistakes of my life and if I had my life to live over, I would somehow have found a way to stay in touch with her, knowing what I know now.

To my knowledge, I’ve never seen her again.

The one time I think I might have seen her was on Easter Sunday, April 11, 2004, at the Wal-Mart in Thibodaux, Louisiana, but this is strictly speculation.

Since 2001, I’ve been trying to locate her and over the years I have asked hundreds if not thousands of women and girls with her first name if they were indeed her. None of them have ever told me “yes.” Many of them never replied, to begin with. Unfortunately a few have blocked me, for nothing more than asking an honest and harmless question. I feel as if people have become extremely block happy in recent years.

In 2004 and 2005, I went back to that church to look for her and did come across a couple of classmates since then but none of them remember her. Pay close attention to that fact!

Because her first name is Kristen, that means there are numerous methods to spell it and I am nowhere near sure of the exact spelling. This on top of not knowing her middle or last name nor even what year she was born in has made locating her all the more difficult.

This is the first time I am 100% public about this very personal story in my life, previously, I’ve only told people whom I deeply trust and I’ve gotten mixed reactions ranging from them thinking I am delusional to them thinking that she and I are indeed meant to be and to not give up on finding her one day.

While I was going through a divorce, I had renewed efforts in trying to locate her.

My main fear is that with me going public with this personal story, there will be some imposters that show up, which is why I have left out the details of exactly which church in Schriever, Louisiana, I met her at or the names of the teachers and other classmates, all of which I vividly remember.

I’ve come across several other classmates from that preschool and nursery, over the years, but the most shocking thing is none of them remember her at all.

I know some would maybe think that she was an angel that only I or maybe a few others could see.

The only reason why I wonder whether or not she’s an angelic being that only I could see is that I remember the teacher saying her name.

BOMBSHELL: She is the truest reason why I decided to start writing back on April 10, 2003. I used my memories of Kristen for most of my inspiration in my early days of writing.

There had been other women and girls who had inspired me to create characters and there had been some young ladies who reminded me of characters I created.

Unfortunately, I got into a relationship with a young woman which resulted in marriage and then ultimately divorce. The relationship lasted from 2007 to 2018.

Around 2014, I started searching for Kristen again, but to no avail. In that year, I also started writing stories again with her as my inspiration. Several of them are up on my blog.

In the latter parts of 2018, I stopped searching altogether, because I had entered into a very loving and stable relationship with a young lady that looked like a younger yet grown-up version of Kristen. Also, I took the fact that she was born in 1991 as a sign that she was the one. Unfortunately, on December 4/5, 2019, she called it quits on me. I was crushed but am finally starting to heal from it. I had gotten into a few brief relationships since but I always ended them for one reason or another.

A certain part of me wants to find her and find out whatever happened to her. Then my delusional self would either try to get to know her and maybe we could fall in love again or at least find out where she is now and let her know the impact she had on my life because it is a tremendous one, then wish her the best. I’ve also come to terms that she could be deceased and if that is the case, I want to visit her burial site and pay great homage and reverence to her. If she is still alive, romantically available and we meet again and get to know each other, physical features such as her size or facial beauty will not matter to me. Almost everyone who knows me knows that I am only attracted to plus-sized and/or super-sized women with pretty faces, but for her, I would try to pursue her no matter what she looked like. Also, nothing in her past would matter to me either, I would take her for who she is because I would remember how kind to me she was back then. For her, I could relax just about all of my standards. I do realize though that this is just a fantasy and that I need to move on.

Since 2014, I have been mentally creating stories of her and I together again after she helps me make a daring escape from some terrible people that had me captive. Because 2021 is the thirtieth anniversary of her and I meet, I may write down some of these stories. By the way, in my mind, they always took place in the year 2021! Possibly stay tuned. There is only one I wrote and did so in February of 2018.

Just for the record, I no longer think she and I are meant to be. The Lord has been showing me what my future spouse will be like and, she is similar in some ways but younger and nowhere near as maternal (for lack of a better word) towards me, though still very loving and affectionate. Also, with me being the male sex, God expects me to do [most of] the protecting and comforting not the other way around, so this is probably the main reason why he hasn’t allowed me to find her, assuming she is not an angel. At the risk of sounding unpopular, God indeed has established certain gender roles! Don’t shoot the messenger…

That’s all I have, for now, thank you for taking the time to read.

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The First Hours of 2020-Second Chances

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WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 1, 2020

We lay on a blanket at the river levee until our Sunday School teacher says, “Well, it’s getting too cold for me, let’s head back home.”

“Sure thing. We need to take our medicine anyway,” I reply.

“Thank you for bringing us,” My girlfriend adds.

“Yes, thank you, sir” I also say.

“Y’all are quite welcome,” Our Sunday School teacher replies.

We then help him load everything into his SUV. He loads his two grandchildren into the third row of seats. After they are well buckled up, we sit in the middle row, clinging to each other.

Our Sunday School teacher drives through the traffic, narrowly missing several impaired drivers. Amazingly he still maintains a Christian vocabulary. It is something to be admired.

My girlfriend is laying on my shoulder half asleep and sweetly snoring. She is so cute.

We arrive at her roommate’s house and I gently wake her.

“Let me just make sure that my girlfriend takes her medication,” I tell our Sunday School teacher.

“Most definitely,” He replies.

We walk up the steps, across the porch and my girlfriend unlocks the door, though half asleep.

She and I walk inside and I help her pull out the bed of her futon.

“Please take your medication, bae,” I tell her.

“Could you get me a glass of chocolate milk to take it?”

“Of course.”

I go to the refrigerator and see a half gallon of Borden Dutch Brand Chocolate Milk and I pour her a glass, taking a small sip myself.

I then bring her the glass and she already has the pills out.

She pops them, then downs the glass of chocolate milk and climbs onto the futon.

I give her many kisses as I tuck her in.

In a sleepy voice, she says, “Come see me later today,”

She then grabs me and pelts my face with many more kisses as we exchange those three little words.

I kiss her once more, then exit the front door, locking it behind me.

My Sunday School teacher is waiting with his wife and grandchildren in their SUV.

I enter, sit down and buckle up.

They then drive me to my house.

Upon arrival, I thank them for bringing us, then wish them a good night and a happy new year.

I exit the SUV with my belongings, enter the gate of my hurricane fence, cut across my front yard, walk up my steps, across my front porch then unlock my front door and enter my house.

I drink some Pepsi and take my medication, then cover up and crash on my sofa.

Finally, I text my girlfriend to let her know that I safely arrived home.

We then exchange those three little words once more.

Soon, I am fast asleep…

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New Year’s Celebrations-Second Chances

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TUESDAY DECEMBER 31, 2019 INTO WEDNESDAY JANUARY 1, 2020

My girlfriend and I have affectionately been texting each other all day.

It is now early evening.

In a group text, my Sunday School teacher has offered to take everyone in his class out to watch fireworks on the River.

He offers to drive my girlfriend and me.

I get dressed putting on some Navy Blue pants, a white turtle neck sweater with a tee shirt underneath, and a black vintage Corduroy Jacket. I place my Streamlight Jr. flashlight in my right pocket as usual along with my Motorola Smartphone in my left and my SwissGear Wallet in my left rear pocket. I also place one of my scanners, an older Uniden BC72XLT, in my jacket pocket so I can tune in to the railroad and marine communications.

The other couple is coming in their older minivan.

My teacher is with his wife and grandchildren. They pick me and my girlfriend up in an SUV.

Soon enough, they drive to my house.

He is in the driver seat, his wife is in the front passenger seat and their grandchildren are seated in the middle row of seats. My girlfriend is sitting in the third row of seats. She is wearing a soft pink sweater, a knee-length denim skirt, long black socks, and light blue tennis shoes.

I get flashed by her as she makes room for me to sit next to her.

For just a moment I stare longingly at her peach-colored panty, clinging to her thick pelvic region in between her creamy pale thighs until she lovingly grabs me and pulls me into her embrace. We then sit close together as we share some very sweet kisses.

She wraps her arms around me and holds me tightly as we ride to the ferry landing.

“Thank you so much for taking us,” I tell my Sunday School teacher and his wife.

“Yes. Thank you!” My girlfriend adds in.

“Y’all are both welcome,” He replies.

“Y’all make a lovely couple,” His wife interjects.

“Thank you. We met because of your husband’s class,” I reply.

“I had been praying for years that God would send him to me. I just didn’t think that He would have placed this sweet young man right in Sunday School, but He is so good and I’m glad He did!” My girlfriend then says.

“I guess I had to get away from everyone and everything I formerly knew, and start a new life after a divorce and then a breakup, but, just days after moving to this city, I met this lovely young lady in our Sunday School class and besides Christ, she completes me!”

My girlfriend then steals a kiss.

The two grandchildren giggle at us.

We see a train, switching one of the city’s many terminals.

The grandchildren watch in amazement.

“Y’all want to see something really neat?” I ask everyone.

My girlfriend nods.

The grandchildren both say, “Yeah…Yeah!”

I pull out my scanner and tune in to the conductor and engineer talking to each other.

My girlfriend watches in amazement. I can see a bright twinkle in her eyes.

“Aw, that is so cool!” The younger grandchild exclaims.

“Can you tune in those on the boats too?” The older grandchild asks.

“I can, but those on the boats use too much filthy language and this is a Christian vehicle, so I won’t tune them in.”

“Aw dang it.”

“I know. It’s really interesting to listen to because you know when a boat or ship is coming before it gets here, but it seems that those marine crews will not watch their mouths. I don’t want to expose my girlfriend or your grandmother to that kind of talk. You don’t need to be hearing it either.”

“Oh, okay.” The older grandchild says.

“Well, I am hungry, what about y’all?” My Sunday School teacher interjects.

“Yes,” My girlfriend says.

“Me as well,” I add in

Us too…Us too!” The young grandchild replies.

“Well, let’s go to Rally’s. My treat.

“Let’s each get a Big Buford and the largest Banana Shake to split amongst us,” My girlfriend whispers to me. I nod in agreement, then kiss her.

We pull into the Rally’s and our Sunday School teacher asks us, “What would y’all like?”

My girlfriend says, “A Big Buford for each of us and a Large Banana Shake for us to split.”

“Okay good,” He replies.

He then looks at his wife and asks, “What would you like, honey?”

“A fish sandwich and some sweet tea,” She replies.

“I think I’ll have that too,” My Sunday school teacher interjects, then continues, looking at his grandchildren, “And what would y’all like?”

“A Chicken Sandwich and a Cherry Coke,” The older grandchild replies.

“A chicken tender basket and some orange soda,” The younger grandchild adds.

“All right, I think we are ready to order, then,” My Sunday School teacher says, then pulls up and places his order.

He then drives up to the window and pays.

In time our food is handed to us.

We sit at a table and the other couple from our Sunday School group meets us there.

My girlfriend and I look nervously at each other.

Our Sunday School teacher leads in saying Grace as we all bow our heads and hold hands.

We then eat.

I tell my Sunday School teacher, “Thank you for dinner, especially Rally’s. This should give us enough nourishment to hold us up throughout the night and I can even go home and write for my blog.”

“Yes. Thank you so much!” She pauses, then looks at me and says, “I cannot wait to see what you write, baby!”

“Well, I draw my inspiration from you!”

She giggles and we rub our noses together.

The young woman from the other couple says, “Y’all are so cute together!”

“Thank you!” We reply in unison.

“He is everything I prayed for in a mate!” My girlfriend says, beaming.

“And I feel as if I am living out the lives of the characters in the stories I write just by loving and being loved by her!”

The young man from the other couple says gruffly, “I came across his blog the other night. He’s wrong for writing some of the stuff on there.”

Defensively, I ask, “What do you mean?”

“Nope! Uh-uh! I won’t discuss it here, there are children present!”

“Well, what I write involves nothing more than what people who are in love would normally do,” I tell him.

“I think what he writes is beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like it!” My girlfriend adds in.

“Thank you, baby!” I tell her as I kiss her hand.

“All right, settle down. Let’s have a peaceful time of fellowship,” My Sunday School teacher says.

“Yes sir,” I reply.

The other young man simply gives me a dirty look.

My girlfriend and I finish our Big Bufords, then begin spoon-feeding our banana shake to each other while smiling from ear to ear.

The sun is beginning to set, so we drive to the ferry landing and lay several blankets and sheets on the River Levee.

Our Sunday School teacher prays with us while we listen to worship music.

My girlfriend sits with her legs crossed and cradles my head in her lap as I look up at her blushing face.

The other young man says, “Can’t y’all act right for just a little while?”

His wife says, “Come on, leave them alone. Besides, I would like you to lay your head in my lap.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you.”

“There’s more to love than showing off your affections to everyone.”

“You’re right, but it should be one of the benefits of being in love.”

“All right. I know we had Rally’s instead of Burger King, but have it your way!” The young man says with slight irritation.

His wife then smiles and giggles.

She sits near us, also cradling her husband in her lap.

We then have some real fellowship.

In time the countdown begins.

The crescendo of fireworks increases until the stroke of midnight then the sky lights up.

My girlfriend’s lips meet mine and we ring in the New Year with a long, powerful kiss.

Little do we know what we will face in the upcoming months…

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Our First Sunday Dinner-Second Chances

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SUNDAY DECEMBER 29, 2019

My church neighbors drive me home and we discuss what it will take to keep my next-door neighbor from further harassing me and what to do if he makes any more trouble with me.

“Tomorrow morning, we are presenting that video you sent us to the higher-ups in the city,” The lady says.

“If he starts any trouble with you between now and then, call 911, then call us,” Her husband adds.

“Will do,” I reply, then continue, “I just hope he leaves me alone since I am going to walk to my girlfriend’s house for dinner later today.”

“Is your neighbor correct about you and your girlfriend having intercourse in your house?” The man asks.

“No. He is wrong,” I pause, then continue, “We may have been alone together a few times but we never had intercourse, although we were tempted many times.”

“If y’all are alone together a lot, there will be chances for the sin of fornication to be committed,”

“My fear that God would punish us and cause us to split up is enough motivation for us not to have relations until we are married. I want her by my side for life and not only that, I want my relationship with her to be happy and fulfilling and I believe one of the ways to achieve that is to wait until marriage,” I tell them.

“That is so sweet,” The woman says, then continues, “My husband and I both come from broken marriages but we knew that our marriage had to be God-centered, and if none of our mental health skills would have saved it if it wasn’t.”

With that, we pull up outside the entrance to the gate of my hurricane fence.

I step out of their van with my backpack and the man says, “We will see you tomorrow night,”

“God willing, I’ll be there.”

They then drive off and I enter my gate then walk through my front yard.

The clouds and dampness seem to be moving away and it is now sunny and bright but still slightly chilly.

I walk up the steps, then cut across my porch and unlock my front door, then enter.

After I set my backpack down on my couch, get out of my Sunday best then turn my television set on.

I scan for channels and realize that because of the weather, more channels than usual are coming in.

For a few minutes, I sit and watch, until I get a text.

It’s from my girlfriend and it reads, “Come over a 1:30. I love you!”

So, I reply, “Will do and I love you too!”

I then look at my watch which indicates Noon Thirty Six.

I freshen up a bit and look for a shirt that is casual but still worthy of wearing while going out.

Finally, I find a Navy Blue Polo shirt with yellow stripes.

I put it on then sit and watch television until my watch indicates that it is 1:22.

With that, I turn off my television, then grab my backpack, and walk out the front door locking it behind me. I then walk across my porch, through my yard, and out the gate of my hurricane fence, then head east on the sidewalk.

Thankfully, my next-door neighbor is nowhere in sight nor is his truck parked on the curb in front of his house.

I walk briskly in the cool sunny air until I arrive at my girlfriend and her roommate’s house.

I look at my watch, which indicates 1:29:33 PM

So I knock on the door.

My girlfriend, dressed in black yoga pants and a gray shirt answers the door. I admire her for just a moment as those clothes accentuate all of her lovely features.

She then grabs me and plants a powerful on my lips. I feel so loved!

I play with her sexy love handles and then kiss her lips cheeks and neck several times in return.

She moans and coos with happiness, then we walk in.

I sit on her futon and she says, “Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, I hope you like it.”

“What are we having?” I ask.

“Oven Roasted Chicken with Carrots and Red Potatoes. Linguine Pasta with Butter and Three Cheese Blend. Steamed Broccoli Florets in a Butter Sauce.”

“Wow!” I say, then continue, “That sounds beyond amazing! I cannot wait to have some.”

“I cannot wait to see you enjoy it, but we need to make a plate for each of my roommates, for when they get off of work.”

“That’s fine.”

“Now you wait in the living room while I finish dinner,” She says as she wiggles her buttocks on me, then prances over to the kitchen with her hips swaying, her love handles bouncing, and her hair flowing from side to side.

In a few minutes’ time, she brings us both a plate.

We say grace then eat.

We both wolf down our meal as it is so good, blowing kisses at each other.

“You’re so sexy when you eat!” She tells me.

“So are you.”

“No, I mean I am highly turned on watching you so happily eat the meal I prepared!”

“I love you, baby!”

“I love you too, sweetheart!”

We then place the dirty plates in the dishwasher and turn on the television set and cable box.

My girlfriend tunes the cable box to the Hallmark Channel and we watch movies.

For hours we sit on her futon with arms around each other, sharing many kisses.

My girlfriend then points her buttocks in my direction and passes gas, then giggles.

“Oh baby, you are so hot!” I tell her as I grab her, hold her tightly and kiss her as I play with her hair.

“I only do that in front of you because I know you like it!”

“I wish you would sit on me and pass gas!”

Her eyes light up and she says, “That can be arranged…Lay down!”

So I lay on the sofa facing up and my girlfriend towers beside me.

I look up at all of her beautiful features, when she turns her back to me, then pulls down her yoga pants and says, “Thought you might like to see my cute panties before all goes dark for you!” She says with a naughty giggle

I stare up at her full-featured buttocks with a peach-colored granny panty covering them.

She is about to sit on my face with we hear car doors slam and horns briefly blare, indicating that her roommates are home.

Hurriedly she pulls her yoga pants back up, takes me by the hand, and pulls me up from the futon.

“Dang it!” I say.

“I”m sorry, sweetheart. I was looking forward to sitting on you.”

“You and me both.”

Her roommates enter the front door and go to each other their bedrooms.

After they come out my girlfriend serves them each their plates.

We then go sit on the porch steps, showering each other with affection until it is too cold.

We realize we both need to take our medication, so we exchange those three little words along with many hugs and kisses.

“Let me know when you made it home,” She says.

“Will do, my baby!” I reply.

My girlfriend then goes inside and I head home.

In due time I am in front of my house so I enter the gate of my hurricane fence, walk through my front yard, then up my steps and across my porch.

I unlock my front door, then enter and lock and deadbolt it once again.

Immediately afterward, I call my girlfriend, to which she sweetly answers.

I let her know that I made it home, then I give her our good night tidings, followed by us exchanging those three little words.

We then take our medication and go to sleep…

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Our First Sunday Service-Second Chances

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SUNDAY DECEMBER 29, 2019

My girlfriend and I have been seeing each other religiously since the last time I wrote.

We are falling more and more each day.

Since Christmas Day, she has consistently stated that she wants to marry me and I couldn’t agree more.

I just woke up to her text, “Good morning baby. I can’t wait to see you at church. Love you!”

So, I reply, “Here is a good morning kiss from me to you. I love you too and I will start getting ready.”

She then replies with a kissy face emoji and a blushing face emoji.

I look outside my window and see that the weather is very dreary, somewhat damp, and slightly cool.

I select my favorite clothes from my closet: some sturdy black pants, a dark grey Oxford shirt, a white tee shirt white crew socks, a brown belt, and brown work boots. I hang the clothes from my bedroom door knob and place the boots and socks on the floor.

With that, I step into my bathtub and draw some hot water.

After relaxing for a few minutes, I scrub my body with Dial Soap and my hair with Tresseme`.

Afterward, I let the water drain out, then crack the valve, strike a match, and light my bathroom heater.

After I am completely dry, I shave until I have a baby face once again. I splash some Aqua Velva on my face then get dressed.

I clip my Leatherman Style PS to my front right belt loop, my Streamlight Jr. in my right side pocket, my SwissGear wallet and my Motorola e5 Play Smart Phone in my left side pocket.

Finally, I grab my SwissGear backpack along with my keys, then exit my front door, locking and deadbolting it behind me.

While waiting for my church neighbors to arrive, I sit on the front steps of my house and put on my Wayfarer reading glasses, and read my Bible.

My next-door neighbor is picking up pecans in his yard. He keeps giving me dirty looks, to which I try to ignore him, then turn my Bible to the latter parts of Ephesians Chapter 6.

I start thinking about my girlfriend and then begin to read the Song of Solomon, with a smile from ear to ear.

My neighbor shouts at me, “What the hell are you so happy about?”

Calmly I reply, “I see something in the Bible that makes me think of my girlfriend.”

“You’re a total hypocrite, reading the Bible and going to church, but I saw you and your girlfriend go inside your house alone together and not come out for several hours. Y’all were making babies in there and my taxes are going to support them because you’re too lazy to work and she is too fat.”

I pull out my Motorola Smartphone, activate the camcorder feature, and say, “Just keep harassing me, I’m recording you and turning over everything you say to the police.”

“You’re just a punk. How dare you! I served my country. All you do is live off the government and screw your girlfriend while my taxes have to pay for you and her lifestyle. Those tax dollars could instead go to giving me better benefits than having to use the VA.”

“We both have significant mental illnesses that require expensive medications. And my girlfriend has sustained lots of trauma so it’s pretty low of you to comment about her weight.”

“What trauma did the snowflake sustain, did her parents spank her or something?” My neighbor sarcastically asks.

“No, it’s much worse than that, but it’s none of your business.”

“Well, she only wants you because she is fat and no one else would pay attention to her.”

“I think she is beautiful and that she also has a heart of gold. Furthermore, I am recording everything you say.”

“You don’t scare me. I have connections.”

“This is going on YouTube as well so everyone can see what a jerk you are!”

“You’re lucky I don’t come over there and beat your butt.”

“You’ll be assaulting a disabled individual, and that is a felony.”

The couple from church pulls up in their van and sees me arguing with my neighbor.

“What’s going on here?” The man asks.

“My neighbor is being a jerk, as usual.”

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” The lady asks my neighbor.

“I don’t know why you’re even bringing him to church. Between Christmas and now he and his girlfriend were alone in his house several times. I don’t need to paint you a picture of what they were doing in there.”

“Then they need to be in church even more, as do you,” The lady tells him

“Don’t preach to me, woman, I served my country. All you do is social work or as I call it ‘socialist’ work. People like you are the reason why so many young people are so soft these days.”

“Hey. Don’t talk to my wife like that?”

My neighbor spits on the ground waving his rake, and says “Or what?!”

The man looks at me and asks, “Are you still recording?”

I nod.

“Well you’re intimidating government workers and we have a recording of it. You need to stop right now.”

“As I told your punk friend, I have connections.”

“So do we and they have a much more clout than your good ole boys.” The lady says.

“I suggest you quit, or you will be arrested and charged.” The man finally says.

“This isn’t over.” My neighbor shouts.

I keep recording him.

The man then says, “If you’re looking for trouble you will find more than you bargained for.”

My neighbor starts cussing at us and I get it all on video.

“We’re going to be late for church,” The lady says.

“Let’s go then,” Her husband says.

I grab my SwissGear backpack and enter the right rear passenger side of the van.

The man gets in on the front passenger side and the lady gets in on the driver’s side.

We then head to church.

“Please share that video to both of our phones through Bluetooth,” The lady says.

“Will do,” I reply.

I send it to both of them and I also back it up in several clouds.

“We are going to talk to some higher-ups in the police department as well as the D. A. He has been making too many people miserable for too long and it needs to stop now,” The man says.

“He’s such a pig. I don’t care whether he is a veteran or not, he has no right to mistreat you or anyone else.”

We arrive at church. My girlfriend is waiting for me at the entrance. She is wearing a red Courdoroy jumper that goes just below her knees, with a black and white checkered shirt underneath, some black knee-length socks, and clog shoes.

We share a hug and a kiss, then walk to the sanctuary together.

We sit next to each other in the pew, holding hands as the service begins to start.

We praise God together during the worship service, The first song is “Open the Eyes of my heart, Lord” and we both sing out loud with arms raised high. The second song is El Shadai and we close our eyes in contemplative worship. The final song is Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing and we sing along with joy.

Then the main pastor walks up on stage and begins preaching. His sermon entails how we must seek God not only when we need or want something from Him, but also seek Him when our needs and desires are fully met and everywhere in between.

My girlfriend rests her head on my chest until the main pastor gives us a stern look, then continues preaching.

Finally, there is an altar call and we both go down to pray, for ourselves and each other. We also recommit ourselves to Jesus Christ.

Afterward the main service, we go to Sunday School in the special needs class.

Our teacher asks if there are any prayer requests, to which I answer, I have some praise that God put me and this lovely young lady together and I just pray that he blesses our relationship.

“I’m in total agreement on that!” My girlfriend says as she holds my hand.

The young man from the other couple then says, “For my wife.”

The young woman from the other couple adds, “For my husband.”

Our teacher then leads us in prayer then we get started on the lesson.

Soon afterward, we get off the topic and the other couple starts talking about the flaws in the marriage.

The young man says that his wife listens to everyone but him.

The young woman says how he is thoughtful to everyone but her.

The teacher looks at my girlfriend and me and asks, “What do y’all think?”

“I have prayed that God would send me someone special for some time now. I intend to marry her in time and love her as Christ loves the church,” I tell our teacher.

My girlfriend then says, “I have had a hard time trusting a man let alone submitting to one until I met my boyfriend. He is so sweet to me and I honestly thought I would never meet like him. And just for the record, I also want to marry him and I wish I could right this moment.”

The young man then remarks, “Y’all just have that new relationship feeling, it will wear off in time,”

His wife gives him a pair of eyes then I say, “How dare you even speak that into existence.”

“Oh, so you’re one of those Christians?” He asks in an arrogant tone.

“What do you mean?”

“Speaking stuff into existence. We don’t talk about that Pentecostal garbage in this church.”

The young man’s wife elbows him.

“It’s in the Bible though,” I reply, then continue, “I only want to speak life and good things about me and my girlfriend’s relationship.”

My girlfriend holds my hands and puckers her lips at me.

We then rub our noses.

“That’s inappropriate for church,” The young man says.

“Leave them alone, they are a cute couple. We could learn something from them.”

“When they have been married as long as we have, then I will listen.”

“Sometimes I don’t know why I married you.”

“I married you because I am committed to you and I made that commitment before God. Maybe I could be more affectionate if you listened to me.”

“Maybe I would listen if you were more kind like you are to everyone else.”

“Y’all are already headed towards the relationship death spiral. It happened with me and my ex-wife.” I tell them.

“Oh, looks whose speaking things into existence now. You’re a hypocrite and an adulterer as well.”

“You don’t know me or my past. I think you’re miserable and you want everyone else to be. And that fact that my girlfriend and I make each other happy fills you with envy.”

“All right, settle down.” Our teacher says with authority.

“Sorry sir, I was already on edge because my neighbor is making more trouble with me.”

“That man is scary and he is such a jerk,” My girlfriend adds.

“Well the couple that invited me to church is turning him in and we have video evidence of his bad behavior.”

“Good. I didn’t want to upset you, but I was so afraid when he gave us the death stare the first time you brought me to your house.”

The young man then says, “You need to confront him over his bad behavior,”

“No. He’s a veteran and he likely has guns. I don’t want my man hurt.” My girlfriend then looks at me and says, “Promise me you will avoid him at all costs, I prayed for a future spouse for a long time and I don’t want to lose you.”

“Don’t worry baby, I will let the authorities handle it. I promise you.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

We then share another very brief kiss.

The bell then rings and we are dismissed.

“After you get home and rest a little while, come to my place and have dinner with me and my roommates.”

“Will do baby.”

With that, we hold hands until we are at the exit.

We share a long passionate kiss and then those three little words, then she gets in the car with her roommates and I get in the van with the couple who invited me to church…

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The Day after Christmas-Second Chances

Eric John MonierLeave a comment

THURSDAY DECEMBER 26, 2019

I wake up to a text message alert on my phone.

It’s the day after Christmas.

I rub my eyes and read look at my phone.

There are two messages, one from my mom and one from my dad.

The first one is from my dad and reads, “Check your bank account.” It was from much earlier this morning, 9:15 to be exact.

The second one is from my mom and reads, “We all deposited some Christmas and Birthday money in your account, use it wisely.”

I look at my watch. It is 10:28 AM.

So I reply to my parents in the group text, “Thank you both, and I will tell my siblings thank you as well and that I appreciate it. I am just waking up.”

I then realize that I need to send my girlfriend a good morning text.

So I begin writing, “Good morning my beautiful lady! I hope you slept well. I wish I was there to wake up to your lovely face. Hopefully, we will be in touch throughout the day and even more, hopefully, we will be able to see each other. Until then, just know that I love you and I hope you have a wonderful day.”

Seconds later I get a reply, “Good morning to you too, my sexy man. I love you too! And yes, you can come to see me, in fact, you better come see me! Until then, this is me kissing you.”

My heart skips a beat as I read her message.

I take it all in for a moment, then I check my banking app on my phone.

A $300 electronic check was wired to my bank account and has cleared.

I know what I will do: take my girlfriend shopping with me.

With that, I text her, “When can I come to see you today?”

“Give me a half hour,” She replies almost instantly.

“Good I will get ready as well.”

“I can’t wait.”

“I was given money from my family for Christmas and my birthday and I want to take you shopping.”

“Aw, that is so sweet. Now I really can’t wait!”

“She sends another text message, “I’ll wear something cute and I think you will like it!”

“Surprise me, honey.”

“I will, now let’s both get ready. I love you!”

“I love you too.”

Hurriedly, I take a bath, and thoroughly scrub my body and hair.

Then I crack open the valve on my bathroom heater, strike a long match, and light it. I dry off as I shave and put on some deodorant. Even though these types of heaters are now frowned upon, they work very well. After I am finished grooming myself, I extinguish my bathroom heater, then walk to my master bedroom and raise the thermostat until the floor furnace in the middle of my house ignites. I get dressed, donning a Navy Blue work shirt with a white tee shirt underneath, some black pants, and some grey work boots. I take my Streamlight Jr. flashlight from my backpack and place it into my right front pants pocket, my SwissGear wallet in my left back pants pocket and my Motorola e5 Play Smart Phone in my left front pants pocket. I compare the time of my last text with the current time and realize that I should get going to arrive at my girlfriend’s place on time.

So I grab my keys and coat and step out the door locking and deadbolting it behind me.

I then walk across my porch, down the steps, and cut through my front yard, exiting the gate of my hurricane fence.

The weather is sunny and clear but very cold as I start heading east on the sidewalk.

In time, I arrive at my girlfriend’s place and knock on the door.

She greets me with a strong hug and powerful kiss, dressed in a cream-colored fleece sweater that hugs all of her sexy features, an evergreen colored skirt that is long enough to be modest but still short enough to drive me wild, long white socks that accentuate her pretty legs and black buckle shoes.

“You look so cute!” I tell her.

“Thank you! You’re quite handsome yourself, you know!”

We embrace once again and are soon entrenched in a volley of kisses towards each other.

Our glasses begin to fog up as we simultaneously say those three little words to each other.

We start walking off the front porch, down the steps, through the front yard, and out of the gate to the hurricane fence.

“What would you like me to buy you?” I ask her.

“There is a thrift store a few blocks away where you can get me all kinds of clothes.”

“Okay. Anything else.”

“If you have enough, I’ve been wanting a handheld gaming console that is sold at Walgreens.”

“Would you like to eat anywhere?”

“I would like a shrimp Po’Boy and it doesn’t matter from where.”

“Done.”

“You really mean it?”

“Most definitely.”

“I’m glad God sent you to me.”

“Good because you make me happy.”

“The thrift store only takes cash, but they are cheap enough to buy a whole wardrobe. However, if I have some money left over, I want to buy some pretty panties. But I won’t let you see me in them until our wedding night.”

In honored amazement, I ask her, “You still see that kind of a future with me?”

“Of course! No one else has ever been so sweet and sexy” She pauses and then asks, “You see that future with me too, right.”

I hug her warmly and kiss the top of her head as I say, “Yes. I am tremendously honored that you chose me because you have a pure heart not to mention you are a perfect solid ten in my book.”

“I wish we didn’t have to wait until our wedding night for you to see me in those pretty panties.” She pauses, then whispers to me as she smacks my rear end, “I also want you to pull them down and be intimate with me!”

“Oh, honey, you don’t know the urges you are bringing alive in me. If only it wasn’t such a sin, I would do that and so much more for you!” I paused then continue, “I would be exceedingly honored to marry you though!”

“I love you, my sexy man!”

“I love you too, my beautiful lady.”

We are now in front of Walgreens as I say, “Let’s get your game console.”

“Lead the way, Mister.”

We walk down the toys section and select the handheld gaming console of her choice asking, “Is this one okay.”

I nod, then kiss her.

She grabs me and kisses me several more times.

We walk to the cashier and check out.

I pay with my debit card and get $40 cash back, then hand the two bills to her, saying “$20 for you to buy some clothes at the thrift store and another $20 for you to buy those pretty panties when you can.”

We share one more hug and kiss, then walk out of the store.

In the crisp sunny cold, we walk to the thrift store and she tells me, “I want you to help me pick out my clothes, so I can look cute for you.”

I kiss her and say, “Baby, you have one of those rare bodies that no matter what you wear, still looks very good on you.”

“Still I want to drive you wild!”

“Well, even though our church is not UPCI, I still think you would look sexy in some skirts.”

She giggles then says, “Agreed!”

“And maybe some cute shorts for when it gets warmer.”

“You just want to see my butt, don’t you.”

I blush, then nod.

She continues, “It’s okay because you make me feel beautiful.”

“I love you, my lady,” I say as I kiss her.

“I love you too, my man!”

We begin to pick some clothes out.

She grabs several skirts, some made of cotton, some made of denim, and some made of a blend of fabrics. She then grabs some workout shorts and rubs them on my face. Finally, she grabs some shirts of many colors both long and short-sleeved.

We then check out.

Afterward, we start walking with the two large bags.

“I can’t wait to see you in all those new outfits.”

“Well, I can try them on when we get back.”

“You really will.”

“Of course.”

“Then let’s go back to your place and set all of this down.”

“Good idea.”

With that, we walk back to her roommate’s house.

I sit on her futon while she goes into the bathroom with her new clothes.

Her roommates are at work, so for about an hour she poses in her new outfits for me.

I am overcome with love and lust for her.

She comes out trying on one last skirt. It is a knee-length black cotton skirt with rose designs on it. She pairs it with a yellow tee shirt.

I stare at her with admiration, then we embrace.

I rub her love handles, then her lower back, then her rear end to which she giggles uncontrollably.

I then playfully lift her skirt catching a glimpse of her cherry red panty.

She grabs me with passion, then says, “You’ve been very naughty, so now I need to punish you.”

“Oh, baby, whatever you have in mind.”

“Lay on the futon, face up, if you dare.”

I do so at once.

She then prances towards me with her body jiggling and her skirt swishing.

She looks down at me, waves then blows me a kiss.

Giggling, she then says, “Now for your punishment.”

She turns her back to me and says, “Since you wanted to see my panty, it will be the only thing you see for a while.”

My girlfriend flips her skirt, then slowly lowers her rear end onto my face and sits.

I take in all of her sexy sights, smells, and sensations as I put my arms around her waist and hold her in place.

She giggles and even snorts a little with laughter until she becomes slightly distressed.

“Okay, I have to get up, like right now!” She says.

So, I remove my arms from her waist and she slowly lifts herself off of me.

Suddenly, my face, still under her skirt, is met with great warmth and a pungent odor.

My girlfriend then stands up completely, apologizing over and over and sobbing.

I give her a loving hug and I kiss her as she buries her face in my chest.

Still sobbing she says, “I know I was supposed to be punishing you for lifting my skirt, but I didn’t mean to pass gas in your face. I’m so sorry I did that to you and I understand if you don’t want me anymore.”

I pelt her beautiful face with kisses and say, “Actually it was kind of cute.”

She hugs me tightly and asks, “Are you mad at all?”

“No baby. Please don’t think I am weird, but to be honest, I liked it.”

A smile returns to her tear-soaked face.

“Do you mean that or are you just trying to make me feel better.”

“I mean it. If I had a ring on my person right now, I would propose to you.”

“I love you. And just so you know, I would say yes!”

“I love you too!”

“When I was younger and in school and even church, people would always make rude comments about me passing gas and it was so embarrassing.”

“Well, you don’t have to be embarrassed by it with me. For whatever reason, I like it. I cannot explain why but I just do.”

“I’m glad God sent you to me because I was always afraid that I would find a wonderful man but he would be turned off by my gas problem.”

“Well, I think you’re the sexiest girl that I ever met.”

“And you are the sexiest man I’ve ever met.”

“I wish we were married right now!”

“I know, I want to be intimate with you more than ever, but I know God would punish us because we are not yet married.”

“Why don’t we go get some Po’Boys? That way we won’t be alone in this house!”

“Lead the way, my man!”

We walk down the street and around the corner then come upon a neighborhood deli.

I open the door for her and a buzzer goes off.

She steps in and I follow her.

“What would you like, my baby?” I ask her.

“A fried shrimp Po’Boy.” She replies, then asks, “What are you going to get?”

“Since I had a New Orleans Hot Pattie Po’Boy yesterday, I will eat a Roast Beef Po’Boy today.”

“Awesome.”

“What do you want to drink?”

“A Coke with Lemon Slice. What about you?”

“A Barq’s Root Beer.”

“Woof woof!” She says giggling.

“You are so gosh durn cute! Could I also get us some fried onion rings?”

She whispers, “Those make me extremely gassy, but now I know that you like it, you’ll get the worst or best of it!”

“Oh honey, you are so sexy! At least you will keep me warm!”

“I love you!”

“I love you too, and I thank God for you!

My girlfriend then sits down and I place our order and pay.

In time we are handed our food, we say grace, and eat.

We take bites off of each others’ Po’Boys and I hand-feed her the onion rings which she happily eats with a devious smile.

After we finish eating, we walk back to her room mates’ house.

She sits on her futon and cradles my head in her lap, then asks, “Are you going to get anything for yourself?”

“There’s a Casio G-Shock wristwatch on eBay that I have been wanting, but I wanted to spoil you first.

“Then, by all means, get it!”

So I pull out my Motorola e5 Play, log in to my eBay app and place the order.

“All done,” I say as I look up at her beautiful face.

She giggles, then say, “Now, I have something for you!”

Without anything further, she pulls the blanket over my head while I am still cradled in her lap and passes gas.

I breathe it all in. Normally this would be disgusting but for whatever reason, I thoroughly enjoy when she does it.”

I kiss her soft belly and say, “Thank you. I hope there is more.”

“There’s plenty more baby.”

“You’re so sexy.”

“I love you!”

“I love you too!”

We go over story ideas for us to write together as she gives me Dutch Ovens for the rest of the afternoon and into the evening.

Finally, we have to take our medicine, so we kiss each other good night on the front porch and I walk home as a breeze is picking up.

I enter my gate and cut through my front yard, up my steps, and across my porch where I unlock my door, then take my medicine with a cup of pudding.

Afterward, my girlfriend and I talk on the phone until we are very sleepy and I give her the good night tidings then we exchange those three little words…

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Christmas Day Part 3-Second Chances

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WEDNESDAY DECEMBER 25, 2019

Clinging closely to each other my girlfriend and I walk to her roommate’s house.

She then confesses to me, “I have never been so attracted to anyone as I am to you!”

“I think I feel the same way,” I reply.

“No, you don’t understand, after that Mexican molested me when I was fifteen I was afraid of men and had turned so many down.” She pauses then continues, “But I don’t feel that way about you. Instead, I want you so badly.”

We both blush followed by a sweet but awkward silence.

“I want you just as badly. After being with some terrible women, I set my standards very high. However, not only do you meet those standards that I impose but dare I say you exceed them! The only force that held me back from us doing it was fear that God would punish us by causing us to split up if we fornicated and I don’t want to lose you.”

“I am about to tell you something else and please try not to freak out when you hear it.”

“Go on.”

“I think I love you! And just so you know I don’t want to lose you either!”

“I love you too, I was just afraid of scaring you off by telling you so soon, and trust me I will do everything in my power so that you won’t lose me!”

“I will also do everything in my power so that you won’t lose me either!” She says as she grabs me and pounds my face with her kisses.

I fire some sweet kisses at her in return to which she giggles as our teeth chatter.

“I finally have what I want!”

“So do I and I thank God for you!”

“I thank God for you as well.”

“I wish I could move in with you!”

“I would be exceedingly happy if you stayed with me, but we would need to be married.”

“Well, duh.” She playfully kisses me and then says, “Do you get my drift?”

“I think I do and I would be honored!”

“I know you are on a fixed income as am I, so you don’t have to buy me an expensive ring, anything with a pretty gem will do.”

“Is there any color you would like?”

“Anything red or blue?”

“Red like your pretty dress?”

“Yes. And I wish you were underneath it right now!”

“Oh, honey, I will be as soon as I marry you.”

“You better be!” She pauses when then asks, “What would you do while under my dress?”

“Kiss your sexy stomach, then play with your perky rear end and massage your thick thighs!”

“Anything else?”

“What if I pulled off your cute panty and went down on you?”

“Oooh, I know I found the right man!”

“Then after you squirt and spray all over my face, I would be so turned on that I would make love to you too until I fill you with my hot seed!”

“Usually hearing a man talk like that would make me want to flee from him, but hearing you say that makes me want to grab you, take you and make you mine forever! It’s like God chose the perfect husband for me!”

“I love you!”

“I love you too.”

We are now in front of her roommates’ house. I open the gate of the hurricane fence for her and she walks onto the property. I gently pat her rear end, to which she turns around grabs me, and plants a strong, loud kiss on my lips.

We then walk up the steps.

She opens the front door with her key, then steps in as I follow her.

Both of her roommates greet us, then one says, “Both of y’all, dig in. We cannot eat all of this by ourselves.”

“The other one says, “We have some roasted turkey and roasted goose, candied yams, some more green bean casserole, some spiced oatmeal cookies, a fruit tray, and some left over English Breakfast Tea.”

We both stare at all the food in amazement then begin to feast, once again.

We eat until our hearts are content, then we rest on my girlfriend’s futon, listening to one of the cable music channels.

It is now time to take our medicines.

We stand on the porch lost in time as we exchange those three little words and a volley of kisses and hugs.

I walk home as the snow is transitioning to rain.

Finally, I make it to the front of my house, unlock my hurricane fence then I cut across my yard, walk up my steps, then onto my porch. I unlock my front door.

Once inside, I call her.

“Hello?” She answers in a longing voice.

“Hey baby, I was calling to let you know I made it home safely and will give you the good night tidings if you wish.”

“Of course and I am very happy you’re safe.”

“Well, this is me sweetly but reverently hugging you and kissing you as I tuck you in. This is me praying for our sweet dreams and tranquil slumber. And this is me praying for God to watch over us until we see each other again.”

“When will that be?”

“Tomorrow if you want.”

“Of course. I was hoping you would say that.”

“Now, I have to take my medicine, but just know that I love you and I don’t want to lose you.”

“I love you too and I don’t want to lose you either.”

“Then we won’t lose each other at all.”

“I second that. Now go take your medicine.”

“You too.”

“Okay, good night.”

“Good night.”

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Christmas Day Part 2-Second Chances

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WEDNESDAY DECEMBER 25, 2019

My girlfriend and I leave the house all bundled up. Hand in hand we walk around the neighborhood.

There are many houses with more cars than usual parked against the curb.

Many families must be visiting here.

We continue walking in silence but it is a comfortable silence.

Suddenly, we hear the whistle of a train.

My girlfriend asks me, “Didn’t you say you liked trains?”

“Yes,” I reply.

“Then, do you want to watch it pass?”

“Is it in a safe area? I mean I revere you tremendously and would never want to bring you to a shady place.”

“Yes. It’s safe and well-traveled. There is an overpass right over the main highway a few feet from here.”

“Okay, we can go watch it then.”

“Awesome, I figured you would like that.”

We walk to the overpass and see the locomotive slowly transitioning across. The engineer sounds the bell and horn several more times and I watch the ditch lights flash.

We then see all the cars in the consist.

I watch it with great pleasure.

My girlfriend steals a kiss from me and then says, “You look so cute the way you are watching that train.”

I blush then I hug and kiss her in return.

The snow is starting to fall again so we hug even tighter.

She buries her face into my chest as I kiss the top of her head and lovingly rub her love handles.

Several motorists blow their horns at us. They must be somehow offended by our public displays of affection.

The train is now gone and we continue walking.

She continues to show me around the city, as I tell her, “I’ve always dreamed about living here because it inspires my writing so much.”

“Do you think you could read some of your work for me?”

“I would be honored to,” I pause then continue, “And just so you know, you are inspiring me to write some new material right now!”

She grabs me and steals another kiss.

I hold her close to me and kiss her in return.

We then come upon a boundary between our neighborhood and the less fortunate part of the city. In the distance, we hear gunshots and sirens.

“I think we should turn around,” I tell her.

“Yes. My roommates warned me about this area.”

So, with that, we turn around and make a beeline back to our neighborhood.

Briskly we walk until we are far enough from the boundary.

My girlfriend is getting tired and out of breath as we come upon a convenience store.

I ask her, “Would you like something to eat or drink to give you more strength?”

She simply nods.

I kiss her and then say, “Say no more.”

We walk into the convenience store and head to the deli section, then look at all the good food under the glass.

“What would you like?” I ask her.

“If you can afford it, a fried chicken meal.”

“What do you want as your sides then?”

“Some fried pickles and some macaroni and cheese.”

“Okay, I’ll get that for you.”

“You’re so sweet. What are you going to eat, though?”

“A hot sausage pattie on toast.”

“Cool!”

“And what do you want to drink?” I ask her.

“Some Pepsi from the fountain.”

“I think I’ll get that too.”

“Then only order one cup because we have free refills with that meal. Plus I always wanted someone to share a drink with, as corny as it seems.”

“Consider it done,” I tell her with a sweet kiss.

She blushes.

I then place my order and pay with my debit card, then we sit at a table.

While we wait to be served, I check my banking app on my phone and see that I now only have a few cents left in my account, but it was worth it.

In time our meal is served, then we say grace and eat.

Not only do we share our drinks but we give pieces of our meals to each other.

After we are finished, we use the restrooms and then leave on foot.

“Could you show me your new house?” She asks me.

“I sure could and I am honored that you are my first guest!”

“Then lead the way.”

Hand in hand we walk to my house.

Upon arrival, I unlock the hurricane fence, then we cut across my front yard then walk up the steps, and onto the front porch.

My neighbor is giving both of us an angry pair of eyes so we nervously and quickly go inside.

I show her around as I say, “Here it is. Not much, but at least it’s mine.”

“Your house is cute, like its owner,” She says, kissing me.

She sees my computer, and asks, “Do you think you could read to me right now?”

“Of course,” I say, then I get an extra chair and sit her in the swivel chair.

I then log into my computer then pull up the folder of text files and read to her.

She smiles at me from ear to ear as I read to her.

I do so for a few hours.

We come to a stopping point and she tells me, “Your stories are really sweet and I can somehow relate to your female characters!”

“You do remind me of my female characters, I think that is one of the reasons why I am falling so hard for you!”

“And I am falling just as hard for you!” She says as she leans in to kiss me.

We both stand up and look into each other’s eyes with passion.

She then passionately grabs me and kisses me all over my face.

I hold her close to me and gently play with her love handles.

We then begin to rub each other’s buttocks.

She then bumps me with her sexy hips, causing me to fall onto my sofa. She giggles uncontrollably as I position myself face up.

Afterward, she lays on top of me and kisses me with exceeding passion.

Our hormones begin to overpower us as she pulls down the upper parts of her dress and reveals her breasts to me, to which I say, “Good Lord, they are beautiful!”

She then rubs them in my face.

I kiss them and sweetly fondle them.

She then sits on my legs and lifts her dress to teasingly reveal her panties to me, giggling even more uncontrollably.

I am overcome with admiration and lust as I sit up and kiss her belly multiple times.

I then begin to kiss her pelvic regions to which she moans and coos.

I hug her by her waist then rest my face between her belly and pelvis as I say, “I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you.”

She begins to pull down her panties and says, “If you truly feel that way, take me then!”

“Oh, baby your wish is my command!” I tell her as I too begin to undress.

We are about to become intimate when her phone rings. We also feel Divine Conviction over the sin we were about to commit and the crippling fear that we might lose each other as a result of Divine Chastisement.

The caller ID shows that it’s her roommate’s house number, so she picks up and activates the speakerphone feature.

We hear how they want her and me to come over because they have more food for us.

Realizing God gave us an escape route from sinning, we agree to go at once.

With that, we rise off the sofa, get dressed, and walk out the front door, locking it behind us.

We then head to her roommate’s house in the cold bleak weather…

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Christmas Day Part 1-Second Chances

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WEDNESDAY DECEMBER 25, 2019

My medication has worn off and I am waking up in my girlfriend’s arms.

It is Christmas Morning and she is sleeping with her head on my chest.

I give her a gentle kiss and then just lay there.

She is slowly waking up as well and she pecks me on the cheek.

“Merry Christmas, baby!” I whisper to her.

She smiles from ear to ear and replies, ?Merry Christmas,? Then puts her glasses on.

I hug her tightly. She moans and coos with happiness.

We exchange several kisses but then she says, “Okay, I have to potty now-my bladder is full and I’m about to burst!”

I let go and she walks to the bathroom.

I wait for her on the convertible sofa.

I then hear the toilet flush and the sink turn on and off.

She steps out and kisses me as she playfully says, “Did you miss me?”

I simply blush and nod. Then I kiss her in return. She hugs me and buries her face in my chest.

“Now I have to go as well!” I tell her.

“The bathroom is all yours!” She replies.

I enter the bathroom and then relieve my bladder. Then I flush the toilet and wash my hands.

She is putting away the bed of the convertible sofa as I exit the bathroom.

After she is done, she motions for me to sit on the sofa with her.

We sit close to each other holding hands and looking at the Christmas tree.

“I wish I knew you existed sooner because I would have bought you a gift for Christmas,” She tells me.

“Just give me your faith, your loyalty, and your affections!”

“Oh, as far as I can see you will always have those!”

“I too wish we would have met much sooner, though.”

“Yes, but we have each other now!”

“If you will always be this sweet, I can honestly say that you were worth the wait!”

“Aww. Thank you!” She says then kisses me.

I begin to play with her long reddish blonde hair, to which she giggles.

She pulls my face into her breasts, which turns me on immensely.

I begin to kiss her breasts and she then says, “If we go any further, it will be a sin.”

“You’re right. I don’t want to commit that sin because then God might punish us and cause us to split up.”

“I don?t ever want that, because you seem so perfect for me.”

“And I would rather have you by my side forever and not sin instead of having a few fleeting moments of pleasure with you and then lose you!”

“Just hearing you say those words makes me want you even more though!”

“We need to pray for an escape route. If it didn’t offend God so much, I would indeed make love to you!”

“Ditto!”

One of the roommates comes walking out of her room and asks my girlfriend, “Could you make us all some coffee?

“Will do.”

The roommate then asks me, “We buy a coffee and chicory blend that is quite famous in this city. Would you like to try some?”

“Sure,” I tell her.

“Boil some milk too!” She tells my girlfriend.

“I’ll help,” I interject.

My girlfriend gets two saucepans and a French press coffee maker out of the cabinets.

She then tells me, “Draw some water into one of the saucepans and pour some milk in the other.”

“Will do!” I tell her.

I turn on the kitchen tap and draw some water into the pot then I get a gallon of milk from the refrigerator and pour some milk into the other.

My girlfriend then hands me a box of matches and says, ?You?ll need these to start the stove burners.?

“Okay. I think my stove is like that too. Of course, this house reminds me a lot of my house.”

“I’d like to see your house if that’s all right.”

“Sure. I’d be honored for you to be my guest!”

My girlfriend coos again and then kisses me.

I light the stove and put the water on high fire and the milk on a low fire.

My girlfriend pours the coffee bean and chicory root grinds into the French press.

We stand in the kitchen, waiting for the water and milk to boil. It’s quite cold, so we cling to each other for warmth.

I gently rub her love handles and she rubs my buttocks.

We sweetly stare into each other’s eyes, lost in time.

Finally, the water is at a rolling boil and the milk is warm enough.

The other roommate is waking up.

“Could you make us all some French Toast?” She asks.

“Sure.” She pauses, then looks at me and says, “Pour the boiling water into the top of the coffee maker and lower the milk to the lowest setting possible.”

I pour the boiling water and am greeted with an amazing aroma of the coffee and chicory brewing.

“Could you go to the Lazy Susan and get some nutmeg and vanilla extract?”

“Sure thing, baby!” I tell her.

While I find those, she is getting a big bowl from the cabinets and beating some eggs in it. I had her the vanilla and nutmeg, to which she pours it into the mixture.

“One more thing, get me a cup of sugar, baby.”

“I’m on it,” I tell her.

I get some measuring spoons and pour a cup of sugar into the mixture.

She mixes it all, then takes the old loaf of sliced bread and dunks every piece into the mixture.

Afterwards, she takes a couple of pats of butter and drops them in a skillet.

She lights the middle burner of the stove and the butter melts.

Once the melted butter is sizzling, she begins to cook the pieces of bread.

Finally, they are all done.

She places the French Toast on a platter.

We all sit at the table and one of the roommates says grace.

My girlfriend takes a ladle and scoops some of the hot milk into the four coffee mugs, then she pours the coffee and chicory brew into the cups.

We all serve ourselves some French Toast.

As I eat, I say, “This is amazing.”

One roommate says, “You’ve got a good woman on your hands so you need to treat her right,”

“He does,” My girlfriend says.

The other roommate adds, “Yes, he does. I heard him say how he wants her by his side forever instead of just for a few fleeting moments of pleasure. Guys like that are very rare!”

I blush and smile from ear to ear.

The first roommate says, “That’s very sweet!” She then looks at my girlfriend and says, “You have a good man, so treat him right as well!”

My girlfriend and I share a sweet kiss and then go back to eating.

One of the roommates ask me, “How’s the coffee?”

“It’s awesome!” I tell her, “Never had anything like it before.”

“Well, get used to it if you’re going to live in our city!”

“I do like it here, I must admit. I knew it would be a haven for those with my illness but I didn’t think I would do this well!”

“You’re blessed-remember that!” My girlfriend tells me.

One roommate then says, “Why don’t y’all walk around the neighborhood and have fun together? We’re going to visit our family.”

“You would show me your house?!” My girlfriend says.

“Okay. I’ll do that.”

“Just remember to always be good to each other,” The other roommate says.

My girlfriend clears the table and we wash the dishes.

Then her roommates get in their car and leave.

We bundle up and then go for a walk…

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Christmas Eve Part 2-Second Chances

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TUESDAY DECEMBER 24, 2019

The house that my girlfriend and her roommates live in is a lot like mine. It must have been built around the same time.

I knock on the door and am greeted by one of my girlfriend’s roommates. It is the one who set us up.

“Come in,” She says.

I push my shopping cart loaded with cherry cordial and RC Cola, into the house, as I tell her, “This is for all of you from me.”

“Thanks. That was really nice of you,” She says.

“My pleasure,” I reply.

The other roommate comes into the living room and says, “Our roommate is crazy about you, just so you know, so I hope you only have good intentions with her. She’s had her heart broken before, so you better treat her right and not hurt her!”

“I’m crazy about her, as well, actually and I have been hurt before, as well, so I will make it my utmost effort to treat her with reverence and love!”

“We’re holding you to that statement!”

“Where is she anyway?”

“She’s using the toilet right now but she’ll be out shortly. Just make yourself comfortable.”

I sit on the sofa. The television and cable box is tuned to the Music Choice Channel which plays Christmas Music.

I listen to the music while the two other roommates prepare the food.

Suddenly, I hear the toilet flush. Then I hear the sink turn on and off.

My girlfriend then walks into the living room and sweetly greets me wearing a knee-length red dress, long white socks, and brown buckle shoes as she says, “Sorry I wasn’t there to let you in but I had to potty real badly.”

“Oh, that’s all right,” I tell her.

We then share a sweet kiss.

“Is that us sealing our pact?” She asks.

I reply, “No that was just a greeting.”

I kiss her even more strongly and sweetly, then say, “This is us sealing our pact!”

She then hugs me tightly and I gently rub her love handles.

We then sit on the sofa together and I pull the weather radio out of my shopping car, then say, “I wanted to give you and your roommates this, so y’all can be alerted to bad weather. I can set it up for you if you want.”

She looks at it and then says, “Cool that was sweet of you,”

“Well, I always want to be prepared,”

“I know and it’s very cute!”

Her two roommates walk into the living room and she holds up the Weather Radio still in its package and says, “Look what my boyfriend got us!”

“Neat. That will come in handy during the spring and summer,” One roommate says.

The other one tells my girlfriend, “Since you stay in the living room, you can put it on the table next to your convertible sofa and if there is a tornado in the middle of the night, it will wake you up, then you can come to get us and we can all go inside the hall closet.”

I then interject and say, “It also has a compartment for backup batteries, so y’all can take it in the closet and listen for the progress of the bad weather. I have one set up in my house,”

“Do you own or rent?”

“I own. I have to pay a mortgage for the next thirty years, but at least it’s mine,”

“Cool we’re cousins and our family owns this house. We both work and we can easily commute to our jobs from here so that’s why we stay here. We met your girlfriend at church and we let her stay with us.”

“I help out with the utilities whenever I get my disability check and I keep it clean,” My girlfriend adds.

One of the roommates says, “She’s very sweet, you’ve got a good woman on your hands!”

The other one answers, “He seems like a keeper though and they do make a cute couple!”

“Thanks for the kind words. I could use some encouragement,” I tell them.

“Is something bothering you?” My girlfriend asks.

“We can talk about it later, because we’re having a good time and I don’t want to ruin that, but my next-door neighbor is making trouble with me,” I tell her.

“I won’t mind if we talk about it now, we made a pact, so let me help you!”

“Okay, here goes: my next-door neighbor has been stalking and harassing me ever since I moved in the other day. He watched me make groceries at Melinda’s and then pay for them with my EBT card. As I was walking in my yard, he commented that his taxes paid for my groceries and that I was a lazy mooch,”

One of the roommates then said, “You have a medical condition and you need help, so don’t feel bad. In fact, you should take advantage of it. Our friend also has a medical condition and Lord knows she deserves all the help she can get.”

The other roommate continues, “You probably don’t get enough from disability to buy much food, so you do indeed need food stamps.”

“It gets worse though, he was harassing me again today and threatened to report me to the government because he thinks I am faking my disability,”

My girlfriend says, “He thinks you’re faking it because your medicine works very well, but those in the government know how you would be if you didn’t have that medicine, and they know how that medicine hinders any significant amount of work, so they won’t cut your benefits. But just to be on the safe side, we can all pray for you!”

I hug my girlfriend to which she begins to play with my hair, then I say, “Thank you. I do feel better now!”

She kisses me, then says, “Of course. You know we made a pact though and I can be a handful at times too!”

“And I promise to try my durn well best to comfort you when you have an episode. You wouldn’t break up with me during an episode though?”

“No. I would never break up with you! I know a good man when I see one and the only way you could lose me is if I died or you became abusive.”

“Well, I was abused in all kinds of ways by my ex-wife, yes it happens to men as well, so I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. I would only hit someone if my life or the life of someone I care about were in danger.”

One of the roommates then says, “She was sexually and physically assaulted by an illegal Mexican immigrant and that is why she is like she is.”

“The other one adds in, “But she is really sweet despite all that and as long as you are good to her, she will make you her king.”

“I know she told me this the other night. And just for the record, I want her to be my queen! She knows this already, but if it makes y’all feel better, my abusive ex-wife is also a Mexican!”

“Most people our age can’t stand Trump and maybe it’s because he is a disgusting individual, but at least he has a backbone and tries to do what’s best for the country,” One roommate says.

“Yes and he knows the Mexicans are a threat to our safety and security, not to mention they suck up resources that y’all need desperately, so he tries to keep them out of this country,” She pauses then says, “We’re both nurses so we see all of the people that are physically harmed by the Mexicans.”

My girlfriend then says, “I’m afraid of the Mexicans, don’t get me wrong, but it’s Christmas which is about Christ coming into this world to save us from our sins and Christ wants to save the Mexicans as much as He saved all of us! We all need a savior in His eyes!”

I feel convicted over what my girlfriend just said, but I say, “You’re so right baby, Jesus Christ is the reason for Christmas, and I must say you have a very Christlike spirit!”

“You do too and that is the main reason why I must confess that I am falling for you. I hope you feel the same way.”

I look into her puppy dog eyes then I tell her with a kiss, “I most certainly do feel the same way my only regret is that we didn’t meet much sooner!”

She steals a kiss. Then she plants several kisses all over my face.

“Y’all are so sweet!” One roommate says.

“And cute too!” The other one adds in.

They then go into the kitchen and continue preparing dinner.

My girlfriend and I snuggle together on the sofa. She rests her head on my chest and I plant several kisses on her.

Time goes by quickly and then dinner is served.

Happily, we eat, then we watch Christmas movies.

Her two roommates then go off to bed.

I look at my watch. It is now near midnight and snowing outside.

“You don’t have to go home, you can snuggle with me all night long. I’d hate for you to walk home in the snow.”

“I’d like to stay, but I do revere you and our relationship.”

“Then be reverent and snuggle with me all night long. I won’t make you do anything sinful, although, I want to do more than snuggle with you!”

“I desire you as well, no one has ever turned me on as you do!” I pause then continue, “But I want The Lord to bless our relationship,”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, we won’t have any privacy to do anything sinful, but you can still snuggle with me throughout the night. I’d really like that!”

“Very well, I’ll stay!”

I take my medicine with a sip of RC Cola and a few green beans from the casserole.

She begins to kiss me passionately.

We roll out of the bed then get under the covers and snuggle all night long.

She sleeps partially on top of me and wraps her legs around me.

It is the happiest night I’ve had in a very long time…

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Christmas Eve Part 1-Second Chances

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TUESDAY DECEMBER 24, 2019

It’s Christmas Eve Morning and I am waking up on my living room sofa.

I look at my Casio wristwatch and it indicates that it is 10:59 in the morning.

My smartphone is charging on the nightstand next to my sofa.

I unplug it, then I give my newly found girlfriend a call.

It rings once, then I hear her answer, “Hey you!”

“Hey,” I reply.

“I’m glad you called,”

“Of course. How could I forget,”

She then giggles happily.

I continue, “I just wanted to touch base with you because I am just waking up.”

“Aw that’s sweet,” She pauses and then continues, “Are you doing anything this evening?”

“No, I hadn’t planned anything.”

“Then maybe you could come to me and my two roommates’ house and have dinner.”

“I’d like that a lot!”

“You would?”

“Of course. It means I get to visit a beautiful young lady!” I pause, then continue, “Now which beautiful young lady am I talking about?”

“ME!” She replies with much happiness in her voice.

“That’s right and don’t ever forget it”! I tell her.

“You just made my heart flutter!”

“And you make my life so bright!”

“I wish we would have met a lot sooner!”

“So do I!” I pause and then ask her, “Is there anything I could bring?”

“You don’t have to bring anything but you’re handsome self.”

“But I have an ulterior motive-I want to stay on your two roommates’ good side because I want our relationship to work as smoothly as possible and there be no drama.”

“Aw, you’re so thoughtful! If you want then, you could bring some Cherry Cordials and a few two-liter bottles of RC Cola, then. We all drink RC Cola like crazy and we’ve been craving some Cherry Cordials!”

“Consider it done, then!”

“Yay!”

“What were you doing when I called?”

“I was getting ready to take a bath.”

“I’ll be doing that too so I can get ready for the day.”

“Where are you going to buy the candy and soft drink for tonight?”

“I was going to go to Melinda’s.”

“I know you’re on a fixed income, so maybe you could go to The Dollar General instead where they will be cheaper,”

“You mean The Ruble General!”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh. That’s a joke I made up years ago. The Ruble was the official currency of The Soviet Union and I always say that shopping at The Dollar General is like shopping in The Soviet Union because of the long lines and product shortages.”

“Oh. Now I get it. You’re so smart and funny!”

“Thank you! I’m glad you think so!” I pause and then ask, “Do you know where one is?”

“Just across the train tracks. RC Cola is on sale for 2 liters for 85 cents and the Cherry Cordials might be on clearance by now.”

“I might see some trains then. I think trains are so cool!”

“You’re going to like it in this city; there are plenty of trains!”

“There’s a much more important reason why I like this city, though!”

“What is it?”

“Because you live here!”

“You’re making me blush!”

“You’re so cute when you blush! Well, you’re always cute!”

“I wish I was there to kiss you!”

“I definitely would kiss you in return!”

“I know you would and I feel so happy!”

“I hope I’ll always make you happy!”

“Just always be as sweet as you are and just be patient with me even on my bad days and you will always make me happy!”

“I have bad days too, so I could somewhat relate to you, so I’ll be patient with you. Please be patient with me as well!”

“Then let’s make a pact: We will always be patient and understanding with each other, especially our mental issues!”

“Agreed! And I wish I was there to seal that pact with a kiss!”

“Aw! Well, you may kiss me as soon as you see me this evening!” She pauses then says, “Not you may, but you must! You must kiss me!”

“I’d be honored to! Speaking of that, what time should I cross over?”

“Five PM is fine.”

“I’ll be there!”

“Yay! Now, we both need to bathe to get ready for the day, but I cannot wait to see you this evening!”

“As do I! Now you go enjoy your bath!”

“You too.”

“Okay bye.”

“Bye baby!”

We then hang up.

I go into my bathroom and open the valve on my wall heater, then strike a match and light it.

I then draw some hot water and sit down in the tub.

I wash my hair with my favorite shampoo then I wash my body with Dial soap.

It’s nice and warm so I relax for a while.

I feel my face and, even though I look clean-shaven there is still a slight amount of facial hair, so I shave.

Afterwards, I rub some Aqua Velva on my face and dry off.

I go into my bedroom and put on some black dress pants and a white tee shirt. Then I put on my belt socks shoes and an Evergreen Oxford shirt.

I sit on my bed and then check my bank account on my smartphone.

There is $35.66 left in my account.

I know what I’ll do: I’ll go to Melinda’s and buy a Weather Radio for my girlfriend and her two roommates as a housewarming present. Then I will buy the candy and soft drinks from Dollar General.

I put my jacket on then I walk out of my front door, locking it behind me. Then I walk down my steps, across my front yard, out of the gate to my cyclone fence, and off to Melinda’s.

My neighbor is angrily staring at me the entire time, but I manage to ignore him.

I make it to Melinda’s and I go to the housewares section.

I look feverishly for the Weather Radios but I don’t see any.

A clerk is passing by on skates, so I ask him, “What happened to all your Weather Radios?”

“Check the clearance bin,” He replies.

“Will do.”

So I walk to the clearance bin in the front of the store. There is one Midland WR-120EZ marked down to $5 from $29.99. I’m thrilled. I pick it up and then get in line to check out.

Finally, it is my turn.

The young cashier scans my Weather Radio and I tell her, “Tell your boss that I say thank you for such an awesome deal! This will make a good gift for my girlfriend and her roommates.”

She smiles and says, “Well we’re glad you found it!” T

She tells me my total then I pay with my debit card.

I’m approved then a receipt is printed out.

“Do you need a bag?”

“No thank you.”

She hands me my receipt, then I say, “Thank you also for working on Christmas Eve and I want you to have a Merry Christmas!”

“Same to you and yours!”

I leave Melinda’s and walk back home.

My neighbor is picking up pecans from his pecan tree when he sees me with the Weather Radio in its package.

“What junk did you buy with my tax money?”

“A gift for my girlfriend.”

“You don’t deserve a girlfriend.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“It should be my business because you and that girl are going to make a baby and then the government is going to pay for it.”

“I’m going inside because I won’t even dignify that with a response.”

“Because you know I am right.”

I go up my steps, unlock my door and enter then lock it behind me.

I place the Weather Radio on my sofa, then I go to my utility room and get my personal shopping cart and push it through my living room then out of the front door, which I lock.

Then I guide it down my steps, across my front yard then out of my gate, and along the sidewalk to The Dollar General.

I head east.

My neighbor asks me, “Where are you going now?”

“Why does it matter?” I ask him.

“If you live off the government you should have to give an account for all that you do and everywhere you go,”

“Well thank God you’re not in power,”

“I served my country though and I think you owe me some respect,”

“Yeah from what I hear you served your country to avoid jail time!”

“If you disrespect me again, I’m going to kick you where the sun doesn’t shine,”

“You lay one hand on me and I will press charges. Now if you want to be such a jerk, don’t talk to me again!”

“You’re just a spoiled, entitled snowflake brat and I question whether or not you’re disabled. You just need to be horsewhipped in my opinion and I should report you to the government.”

“You’re harassing and threatening a mentally disabled person and if you don’t stop, I’m calling the cops!” I tell him as I pull out my smartphone.

“You may have won the battle but you haven’t won the war,” He says, then goes inside.

I make my long walk to The Dollar General, thinking about how I could lose my benefits if the wrong people in the government believe my neighbor.

The anxiety compels me to walk, so I walk hard making it to The Dollar General in record time.

I buy five boxes of Cherry Cordials and five two Liter bottles of RC Cola and pay for my items then go back home, making it back in record time.

I enter my gate, then cut across my front yard and up my steps. I unlock my front door and enter locking it behind me.

Then I sit at my computer and write for my blog until it’s almost 5 PM.

I then place all my purchases in my shopping cart, then I grab my EDC back and walk out the front door, locking it behind me.

Afterwards, I cut across my front yard then out of my gate and walk to my girlfriend and her roommates’ house, arriving there at 5 PM sharp…

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